I was born in N.B. in a house up a lane.
I had many brothers and sisters to share fun and games.
We had cattle and horses, pigs and hens.
We had large gardens and fields to grow vegetables in.
We weeded the gardens, picked raspberries and blueberries too.
On a farm there is always a great deal to do.
The girls learned to cook and knit and even sew a bit.
The boys cut wood and helped with the chores.
May father farmed and worked on the railway too.
My mother cooked, sewed, cleaned, and went to church too.
She helped with the Red Cross in World War II.
We grew up and scattered and had families of our own.
One brother went to war never to return.
He left children behind to carry on his line.
It seems such a short time since all this took place.
However we have grown much older, wiser I am not sure.
The world is still in turmoil, I hope it will end soon.
Giving our great grand children a much better life.
It would be nice if this world could be free of strife.
So ones great grand children could have a good life.
We have many descendants in this land of ours.
Peace in their lifetime is what we all desire.
We have many great grand children to still toil this land of ours.

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